Aurthors: Hey guys, as you can see I am putting up a new story right now. I started this story last year with one of my friends I love to talk too. New ideas and plot for it. I hope you like it please leave a comment.

Dont own DBSK! Yes my name appears again. Again this is not me! I'm totally different person!

Chapter 1

"Big one?" A broad shoulder man glanced toward the troubled looking lady behind the wide desk. The raven haired female officer arched her brows in silent, scanning for information on the thick brown file and finally, after 30 minutes of intense reading, she heaved out a sigh that managed to lighten up the heavy air in the messy office.

"Details." The lady said without even looking at her officer. Her voice was kind and feminine yet firm in a way that managed to send the built man to scramble through the papers in his hand.

"There is no accurate information for now because all security devices were out during the break-in but for all we know for now is the criminal is female and she has two guy friends with her. One at rooftop and another one are at the security main room, the one responsible for the security deficiency. They went in by front door and escape by the same entrance." The lady cursed under her breath. No information means dead end and it is never good news for Deputy Commissioner of United State. She is well-informed that the guards responsible for the safety of White House are special trained officers from all around the country and they even have a high technology precaution at their doorstep so whoever they are, they must be something.

"Survivors?"

"2. United States Secret Service, Agent Kim Heechul and Agent Choi Shiwon. Both merely breathing when we found them. We believe they were knocked by a blunt object on their head and neck. The force was extremely potent. I guess they expected an instant kill. There should be more than 30 deaths in the agency and the same mark was found on their head and neck. They cannot recognize their face but they said the attacker is a short female, around 4 to 5 feet tall with a kind of gun that too big for its own kind. We believe she didn't fire any bullet as they are none can be found. FBI, ATS and Bureau of Diplomatic Security were vicious on taking over the case."

The lady pursed her lips. "So how does this file happen to be on my table?"

"The National Security Agency had trouble on which side should handle the case so-"

"So they decided to have the US Army to crack it instead while they stand on the side, trying to pick on our weaknesses before they swipe the case and the remaining evidences from our hand and claim it as theirs." Silent fell onto their shoulder like 100 pounds of metals scrap, putting the male officer under a mental suffocation. She really needs to lighten up.

The last case was a headache. Two serial killer found dead near the candy factory. It wasn't at all really a big deal considering they are a criminal and even if they were alive when they find them, they would serve a death penalty on their crime. So either way, they will die in the end anyway. But Ministry of Defense pointed it as a failure since the dead killed a member of its own and they need to be punished by the law, not by some unknown reason. The Deputy Commissioner went into a stressful day since then.

"Our flight should be arriving tonight, ma'am. They have prepared a private jet to take you to Korea and Head of Korea Security Department will meet us there. He will be assisting us throughout the investigation."

"Korea?"

"They claimed that the same had happened there, in their president's office. And they believe their main hideout is still in Korea."

"Fine. And Yoochun, Please don't call me that, I sound like an old fart." Yoochun smiled lightly, before the female officer returned with the same smile and threw a black jacket over her shoulder before she walked out, graceful in her every step.

Yellowish red dusk shafted down the flat surface of earth, lighting up the busy street of Seoul with its dimness light. A girl clad in simple dark blue shirt and bleach baggy jeans fought her way passed a crowd of rushing man and women at the pedestrian walk while both hands full of bags of snacks she just bought from the supermarket. "Shit! These tall people." The girl cursed under her breath, thinking that she better gain more height or else she going to die under these people's smelly foot. After 3 minutes of walking, the girl turned left into an empty dark alley where the rotten smell of garbage stench her new brand clothe she just bought 2 days ago after hitting the jackpot in the White House.

Kicking the metal door half opened, she slid her small body between the gaps and made her way into the dim warehouse that had left abandon until she and two of her friends decided to reside in it. Far in the middle of the warehouse, a slender looking guy sat on the wide oval desk threw an empty bottle to his other friend that returned back with a round of flying can and socks, adding up the amount of thrash mounted in that warehouse. The girl cursed under her breath again. She just left them for a few minutes yet hell broke out.

"Hey Par! Got the thing I ask you to buy?" The tall guy sitting on the couch threw his devilish smile while his eyes ran through the bags of snack she had in her hand before she slammed the plastic bags on the desk with a loud thud, causing the almost broken table to shake under the pressure.

"Get you ass off the table, Jaejoong!"

"Got something for us, Par?" The slightly built guy shot up from his seat and reached for the content in the plastic bag.

"The usual." The raven haired girl took out one of the snacks and cut it open with her pen knives before she took out a small white bag from the crackers. "100 gram baby, straight from California Bay. I heard it's a boom three days released."

"They always said that. But after we sell, complaints come in like hell." Jaejoong scoffed and reached for another cracker full of the same item. "Max, we should really get this straight. You don't really think we can sell this thing after the White House do you? We already are a billionaire! Why do we still have to do this?"

Max wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and smiled slyly. "Because we are thieves for hired not free-lancer. The billions dollar we swiped is not ours'. We just get 20 percent of it."

"20 percent worth at least 10 millions, for the love of God." Jaejoong rolled his eyes carelessly and slumped himself on the table.

"What can you say? Greed is lust." Max chuckled the topic off, ignoring the disapproval look Jaejoong had on his face before the pretty looking guy turned to the female assassin.

"How about you, Par? Don't you want to settle down a bit and relax? Get away from your precious gun for a month maybe?" Jaejoong had a pleading look on his face but was left ignored by both of his friends.

"I don't mind actually. All I want is to kill, that's all." Pararae shrugged and shoved the small bags into a black colored leather bag.

"Trading drugs won't let you kill, Par. Come on! Let's take a vacation ok?" Jaejoong tucked on the girl's sleeve, making a pleading cute face that she can't resist. "I'll buy you the ice-cream you want." Pararae sighed at the childish guy and pulled herself free.

"We can get a vacation in Hawaii after this trading, right Max?" The girl glanced over to the yellow shirted guy at the corner end, asking for a little space for accommodation.

Max waved his hands carelessly, clearly uninterested with the topic and uttered "sure, why not?" before getting back his work.

"Oh thank you so much, Par! I love you like hell!" Jaejoong hugged the girl tightly after hearing the answer he's looking for.

"Aish! Get off me, you stinky pig!" Pararae tried to push the guy off but the hug was so tight, also choked her breath utterly. "Aaah! Let me go!"

"Hey Jae, get your hand off her." Jaejoong lifted his hands off as Max placed a big white bag of money they earned from the White House. Jaejoong looked over the bag excitedly. It's been a long time since they got that much of a catch in a day. "Look gentlemen, that fat businessman offered us a bag out of 5 for our payment and there's about 100 million in it so we'll split it to 30-30-40." Max reached into the bag and took out another smaller full bag and handed it to Jaejoong. "I've counted it yesterday. Jae, you can take the 30."

Jaejoong jumped excitedly before he grabbed the bag and started counting. "Par, you can have the 40 and I will take the rest." Max handed the last bag to Par and started counting his own.

"Why 40? I thought for you guys will get at least the same amount as me. Did you do it just because I'm a girl, Max?" Pararae knitted her brows, looking as displeased as ever.

"Nope, he does it because he loves you." Jaejoong answered for Max and laughed his brain off before a flying plank met his cheek. "Ouch! I was just joking."

Pararae shook her head and went to watch the television instead. News is always the best resource for a thief-for-hire like them. It gives the latest news to which case the police work on now so it give them time to plan out strategy for their next event. Turning the boring channels one by one, one headline caught her attention. A tall, suit clad female reporter was reporting about a troubling scene, live in White House. The reporter went on about the break-in in the president's house.

"Only three days ago, the president's resident, White House was broke-in by three thieves that believe to be the reason to two serial killer's death in the candy factory a month ago. All reporters from all around the world are not permitted to report in the scene until just an hour earlier. The Acting Director of United States Secret Service said no one in the president family found harmed as they knew nothing of it until they woke up the next day by one of the maids' scream after finding many corpses laying around the hallways. There is no accurate number of the guards' deaths but we believe 36 agents that relocated in White House to protect this mansion did not survive. The cause of death is still a mystery and no further information was given to the press yet. More will be reported after we talk to the inspector in charge. Emillia Colbin, CNN." The news ended up instantly when the scene changed into a guy with black suit in the studio took over the news.

Pararae scoffed at the news and switched the channel again until she realized that the two guys have flocked over to her side, watching the news with big round eyes. "Come on guys. This is not so new."

"Did you see what I see, Max?" Jaejoong whispered to the guy next to him in awed as if the news just spellbound him.

"It's whether they have no lead or the US police have gotten secretive about it." Max said and wrapped his arm around the small shoulder of his girlfriend.

Jaejoong shook his head and turned to Pararae. "No, not that. I just saw Deputy Commissioner of United State came out of the White House. I heard she's a tough one."

"How bad could it be? It's been a long time since we get face to face with an elite squad. The last time was at the factory and we managed to chop them. Head first. It's nice to have a cat and mouse game around." Max shrugged his shoulder off as if it was not something to mull over. But little does he know that later that month, he will eat his word.

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